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My Muse and My Works of Flesh
His brush stops where the breath of life begins.
The artist can engrave stone or paint his canvas,
But his most beautiful work remains the smile of his children,
And his greatest poem, the silence shared with the one who loves him.
His family is his most beautiful masterpiece,
He transforms his universe, his life, into an aesthetic act,
and she breathes into him the breath of creation.
Museums preserve traces, but the home preserves life.
The artwork eventually disappears,
While the work of flesh and blood, free and untamed,
Will be the only one that carries its DNA toward eternity.
Thank you my love's… Papa
